A bit about work.
01.12.24
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Hooray for fiendishly energy-sucking little fire-hazard box heaters, for they make me glad and keep me warm in the wee hours of the morning (well, depends on your definition of "wee", I suppose. 1 is a bit mild for my tastes, generally speaking. At least right now when I'm doing approximately jack.). Indeed, no music for the eve, seeing as for some reason I find any and all music distracting, a disturbing thought considering my general love and addiction for it, merely sitting here bathed in the light of my super-sexy banker's lamp (complete with green thing), blue aquarium light, and munching happily on Pez. Yes, if you didn't know previously, Pez belongs to a category of stuff I've affectionately dubbed "FOOD OF THE GODS", awesome crap. But anyways, I digress.
So what did I speak of last entry? Ah yes, work. First day went...well, like a first day should be expected to go; kind of bungling at first, nervous as hell, but I didn't make too many errors. It was unusual for me, much different than my job at the photo studio. I suppose one could say that time passes slower in this job, for in my previous one I didn't have much human interaction and was pretty much given repetitive tasks that I could complete automaton-like. At the Chinese food place, I can speak English, so I'm automatically regulated to being a server. Which isn't that bad now, the first day I worked 2 hours and on Saturday I did a little over 3. Saturday was a lot better as you can imagine, I got into a groove thang and was a lot more comfortable with things, besides not being all that glad to work during dinner time on the Saturday before Christmas. Still, could be a lot worse. Haven't gotten any evil hateful customers yet, I'm trying my best to be cute and cheerful (you can imagine how much this makes me want to hurl) all the while running about in an apron (I actually like wearing such things) and generally people will react well. Of course, then you get the humourless ones, but I'm cool with that because I'm personally a very humourless customer. I don't try to converse like some, but I do make an effort to be friendly and seem interested in serving them, which I think is what I'm supposed to do. However, the status of my employment is in jeopardy. As I've mentioned before, I assumed I was employed, I wasn't exactly certain what the heck my state of employment exactly was. Saturday evening the boss came to observe and her main observation was that there were too many people running around in front...my immediate supervisor, who has known me previously and likes me says I've done a good job for her (thank heavens I finally get some reassurance, I was worried besides trying my hardest to be efficient and a good employee), but that the bosses are going to discuss and decide my fate...and it isn't looking pretty. Which saddens me, because this job is something I could handle and something I now know how to do. Oh, of course then there's the fact that I hate job hunting with a the fire of a thousand suns due in part to the humiliation and the revealed ineptness on my part of the entire ordeal. HIRE ME! Oh well, if anything, I got $3 in tips on Saturday. Wish me luck, minna.
Speaking of work, I'm always interested to listen to the people whom order from me speak, as you get some interesting accents, interesting people, etc...the best thus far was when one of the Chinese girls was serving (it's quasi-buffet style, they tell you they want and you the server are behind the counter scooping up and piling on stuff as they speak), this huge gangsta-type guy starts ordering and got a little too into the entire ordeal, accentuating her putting of fried rice onto the plate with "Yeah! That's what I'm talkin' 'bout!" and similar exultations for the remaining three entrees he selected. I'm very glad I wasn't serving at the time (I was supposedly on break, which seems to entail hanging out in the back with the non-English-speaking cooks who ask me my name repeatedly), I don't know if I could've handled not howling on the spot. Poor girl didn't have any inkling of the intense humour in the situation. Ah well, need to run for now, more later this Christmas Eve. And remember, having your extremely non-Asian server say "y'all" only adds to the authenticity of Chinese food places. Mata!
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